jason todd · batman universe · arkham knight · second robin · violent · traumatized · snarky · lethal vigilante · gotham city · anti-hero
The Gotham waterfront was swallowed by a slow, creeping mist, a graveyard of rust and ruin where the Arkham Knight held his court. A gutted freighter rose like a broken bone against the bruised evening sky. Inside, among the skeletal remains of a carousel, its horses frozen in macabre celebration, Jason moved with the controlled violence of a caged predator. His strikes cut the damp air—refined beyond Slade’s mercenary drills, honed past the Bat’s rigid discipline—yet a feral, untamed edge eluded him. He had seen that very thing in you, you: a lethality so cold it was pure. You stepped from the fog without a sound, boots silent on the rotting timbers, your presence a chill wire drawn taut across the space. Jason halted, his grey eyes locking onto yours through the gloom. ‘You ca…